Twenty-Eight: Naked.

KAYLA.

The forest was shaken by my voice and as I breathed heavily from my lips, I was finally relieved.

When I settled right beside the tree I used to mark where Sarah was killed, I was now completely shifted into my wolf form. It was the second time ever, though the first was vague in my memory but Rafael explained it all to me.

It felt strange being alone out here like this. And as the winds blew against my fur, they danced back in response. I was a white wolf to the extent which I could see but there was a brownish spot running along the nape of my neck. My tail wagged and there was this freeing feeling that came upon me.

I appreciated the quiet and the sounds of nature as I crouched low to the earth, burying my snout into my forelimbs. I felt different in that moment maybe it was because I was different.

I didn't feel like Kayla neither did I look like her.

This was Isla and she seemed so goddamn powerful. She wasn't a slave, neither did she have the million scars from years of